Well, if you've never had it done to you, ladies, then, no big deal. But if you have ... oh, yeah, instant wetness between the legs. Drenched. Well, I...always made Robert dry me off. He had such a lovely tongue.But I digress. Let's see. Oh, yes, well, now it as our third round of vodka-tonics and Roy was urging me on."Come, on, hon. Give 'em a lap dance, get 'em off, then do me." What am I, some strip queen?" Oh, that'd be fun, now, wouldn't it?" replies my helpful husband."We could tuck money. His day, what a laugh! It was not his day, he had no possessions, had no lawful right to own possessions. This was not his day, this was just another day of drudgery in his miserable life -nay, not life, mere existence. This, like every other day, was the innkeeper's day. The only time he was anything, was during his dreams! Sometimes during the day when he had a spare moment he would watch the guard practicing their drills. At night after the end of his seemingly endless chores he would take a. And I kept my mouth shut. I knew she took a big a chance fucking me, that would made more talk than the dildo. About a year later I was over at the house. It was just Liz and I. Liz asked me if I ever think about what we did. I was surprised she brought it up as I had decided it would never be brought up again. I told her it was a good moment and a great first time for me. I also told her I never said a word to anyone about it. Then she asked if we could do it one more time, for old time sake.. “Could it be Danielle’s husband, Dan?" She flashed back a month or so, to that mid-summer afternoon at the community pool, when she was fairly certain Dan had caught her staring down the bulge in his swim trunks. Leigh stowed away in her bedroom later that afternoon and imagined her friend’s husband on top of her-- his hardened, well-lubricated prick sliding in and out of her desperately neglected hole, as she slid the life-like dildo into her body, first from one angle- then the other. When.